It seems I’m constantly regressing; forever trying to relive events that occurred when I had a piece of myself to love. Lately I’ve been traveling back to when I was feeling sorry. Back then, it was so easy to just tilt my head back and let the bottle do the work; it was easy to drown. I decided to let my ship sink again and revert back to my old ways. I don’t want to be rescued this time, I want to sit and sink with all the complications I’ve caused myself.